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"Why do you need a picture of my hands, Nada?" I questioned her, sounding almost hysterical.
"Because it's not every day you have henna on your hands!" came Nada's excited voice from the other end.
"Uff, one of Shariq's cousins, Insharah, literally forced me into it. She convinced me so much that I just couldn't say no. Ugh, and the smell—it's so yuck."
"You're probably the first girl who doesn't like henna." Mira exclaimed. Mira had come over, as it had been long since they met, so they were having a little get together. "Pick me!"
"Mira, why do you even like in this henna thing."
"Come on, it looks good, Ummi." She continued.
"Note even a little bit. On top of that, Insharah forcedly wrote Shariq's name too on my palm." I murmured not appreciating the fact at all.
"WHAT?" Both of them exclaimed. Geez, my ears.
"Now you definitely have to send me the pictures." Nada gushed.
"YOU HAVE TO, MRS. UMÉMA SHARIQ HADID!"
"Before, there was at least a one percent chance of me sending you the picture. But now that you've put Shariq's name before mine, there's zero chance!"
"What? You are sending it. End of discussion," Mira dictated. I could already imagine her glaring at me.
"Nadaaa." I whined.
"Take care, AllahHafiz."
"What?! Nada how could you?" I spoke in disbelief.
"AllahHafiz Ummi." Mira said and the line was dead. The heck?
Now where is Shariq, I need to hand him his phone. Ugh...
"Oye Shehroz." I halted him in his step. "Where is your brother?" I asked.
"Must be sulking somewhere as your aren't with him."
"Shehroz, kiddo, I am asking you again, where is Shariq."
"I don't know, Bhabhi." And he ran off. That Bhabhi word has literally made my life hell.
"Whom are you searching for, miss?" A guy approached.
"Nothing which should concern you." I glanced at him and continued surveying the living room to search for a idiot.
"Come on, you can tell me anything you want to. I am no stranger, I am Zain." He gave a wide smile which I am starting to think is very creepy.
"I know no Zain. Now, can you please mind your own business?" I do not like to interact with people at all. I am a really big introvert. "Also, if you're so interested then here it is, I am searching for my husband."
"Wait- you're married?"
"Want me to show my Nikah Nama?" Why am I even entertaining this piece of biscuit?
"Wow." I heard him say as I walked away from that freak.
JUST WHERE ARE YOU SHARIQ?!
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A Delightful Tragedy
Romance"I hate you! Actually scratch that. I loath you." "Well, let's see for how much more time you will hate me, ohh, wait scratch that loath me, right?" This is the story of Uméma Layla Sheikh and Shariq Majnu Hadid who hates each other's guts. But wha...
